Working as a police officer in Mexico

The weather on the island changes at a moment’s notice.

The sky was hazy and the rain seemed to pour down.

There were scattered believers sitting in the church.

Even if the police and drug dealers are fighting fiercely now, they still have to go to church. About 89% of the population of Mexico is Catholic. Even if Guzman was so powerful in 1993, he was not forced to do so because of the death of a cardinal in a gun battle. Exile in Guatemala.

In Guatemala, he spent $1.2 million to bribe an official in the hope that he would protect him.

But the official who got the money changed hands and sold him.

This was also the beginning of Guzman’s imprisonment.

On the day of the cardinal's death, Mexico's national media repeatedly broadcast Guzman's photos on television, and people also protested and marched, which could make the weak Mexican people rise up in resistance. Obviously this thing went too far.

"God said that he will eventually return to the world..." The priest standing on the stage was reading the Bible when he heard a bang and the door was violently pushed open from the outside.

Everyone subconsciously looked towards the door.

I saw a group of armed men dressed in black, wearing masks and holding weapons rushing in. On their left arm was written: Policía (Police)!

The priest's brows trembled, he put down his Bible and walked over quickly, "Officer, what's the matter?"

"Just a routine check." Victor explained with a smile.

The priest glanced at the armored vehicle outside the door and the cannon muzzle horizontally on it, and his mouth was bitter. Did you bring the cannon when you came to read the water meter?

"Officer, this is the residence of God, you are like this..."

"God? Will he break the law?"

This rhetorical question made the other party a little at a loss. Looking at the panicked priest, Victor smiled and turned over his Roman collar, "On Guadalupe Island, God must also abide by the law."

"Search!" He waved his hand, and a group of police officers in police uniforms broke in from outside the door and began to search the church.

The priest stamped his feet anxiously beside him.

Although the believers felt that this was disrespectful to God, they still shrank their heads after thinking about it.

"Director, there isn't one behind the church."

"Director, there are no toilets or auxiliary rooms."

Victor squinted his eyes and looked at the statue of Our Lady of Guadalupe in front of him. She was holy, gentle, and spotless.

The Virgin of the same name as Guadalupe Island has been the spiritual belief of Mexicans since its spread in the 16th century.

"Smash him!" Victor suddenly said.

This order shocked everyone!

Even many police officers are hesitant. Although it is almost the 21st century and some people are dismissive of some Catholic things, they still maintain the most basic "respect" in their hearts, or the fear of the occult.

"No! Officer, you are defiling!" the priest said excitedly.

The believers nearby also boldly retorted.

Victor took a deep look at the priest. In his eyes, no one could escape. This impassioned priest was a drug dealer.

And it has a history of nearly 20 years. He is a member of the local drug trafficking organization and was planted here.

Ordinary police officers wouldn't dare do it, but EDM people don't care.

Whatever the boss says is whatever it is!

Retrieve a breaching hammer from the armored vehicle.

"Oh God! Save your people..." The priest knelt on the ground and cried. At this scene, the believers suddenly became commotion.

But given the caliber, they could only "simply compromise."

Seeing that he could not incite the believers, the priest looked ugly and stood in front of the statue of the Virgin with his arms spread out.

"Are you going to be martyred?" Victor took out his pistol and grinned, "I swear, I won't hit you in the face."

The EDM members came up and knocked the priest down with a slap, and then smashed him with a hammer.

jump!

One hammer blow, and the whole statue will crack. Another blow.

The entire statue of the Virgin collapsed.

Victor stepped forward and rummaged through the rubble, and took out a wrapped transparent bag, "What is this?"

The priest immediately collapsed to the ground as if he was having fun.

"Teachers are harboring drugs. I think you are in a hurry to see God. Take him out and kill him!" Victor's voice suddenly became louder.

The EDM members grabbed the priest's hair and pulled him outside.

No matter what your identity is, you are now a drug dealer!

And there is no interrogation.

"You can't kill me! I'm a clergyman. There is no death penalty in Mexico. You can't kill me." The priest's whole face became distorted because his hair was pulled, but he still did not forget to shout loudly.

"Sorry, Father, the death penalty is popular on Guadalupe Island." Victor said to Kennedy Heisenberg, "With the M2 "Browning" heavy machine gun."

The priest was dragged out by the big man in embarrassment.

After a while, I heard the sound of firing.

"All these drugs have been confiscated and the church has been closed. It cannot be opened without my permission."

…

Boom!

With a livid face, Alberto Lopez Portillo overturned the table, and the fruits and tea on it fell to the floor. He grabbed the younger brother's collar and said, "What did you say? Say it again!"

"The church...the church is closed and our goods are gone."

Alberto was so angry that he almost rolled his eyes, "How do the police know that there is something in the church?"

"Someone must have snitched!"

This batch of goods is going to California, and the gang organizations in the United States have already given advance payment. If they don't ship, this channel will be cut off, and the losses will be even greater.

"Boss, let's try to get the goods first. If the Original Bloods Family don't get the goods, they..." The younger brother didn't finish the second half of his sentence.

But Alberto, who has lived in the United States for a long time, certainly knows what he means.

The black gangs founded in Los Angeles in the 1970s have begun to spread all over the world in just ten years, but because the armed forces in the United States can suppress the situation, these gangs have not caused any major incidents.

But there are still occasional fights.

The decades of feuds between the Bloods and the Crips have killed more than 5,000 people.

But even if the tough Colombians go to the United States to sell drugs, you have to get the consent of the local gangs, otherwise...

Let you understand what a local tyrant is.

Alberto gritted his teeth and frowned, "Then transfer the goods that were planned to be shipped to other states in the United States to California first."

"I lost at least 5 million US dollars! Damn it!"

"Boss, there is one more thing. After Victor gave a TV speech, many residents on the island seemed a little impetuous." The younger brother tried to be more tactful, "Los, nicknamed: Skinny Dog (Perro fino), from the Trevino family next door, was killed."

1,000 US dollars has begun to make the brave islanders take action.

There is no shortage of "brave" people in this world.

Alberto was getting angrier and angrier as he thought about it. He kicked the teacup on the ground hard, turned his head, and looked vicious. "Do these peasants think they can turn things around just because Victor came? Teach them a proper lesson and let these lowly people know that the long-term victory will belong to us!"

"Boss, what do you mean?"

"Some people in the Morelos neighborhood are too close to the police. Give them a taste of their own medicine!"

...

Don't rush me, brothers. It will be on the shelves on the 27th. There are still a few days left. I am saving the manuscript. . .